Fear

When I first saw fear,
It held on to the side of my shirt,
As I walked out of the supermarket.
It had big grey eyes.
A sharp nose, a round face.
Fear must have been not more than six.
Fear looked tired. 
Fear looked hungry.
But, fear carried hope,
In a little tote hanging by its shoulders.
Fear called out to me twice,
Held out a note.
Pointed out to the dark.
Fear stood there, waiting for a reply. 
Then ran away for the fear of one.
It left me scared. 
It left me empty.
It left me feeling heavy as I walked into my apartment.